As per request in the email message from the Honorable Commander Jim Kennedy of the Rutherford Rifles, SCV Camp 2044 of the Sons of Confederate Veterans, I would don the uniform of the Southern soldier and make my way on Tuesday evening, September 20, 2011 to the Ellenboro Fair in the County of my Great Great Grandmother, Hettie Edgerton, and my father, the Honorable Rev. Roland Rogers Edgerton. Upon arriving, I would be told that the Principal had relinquished his position of banning the Sons after conversations with the Honorable Attorney Kirk D. Lyons of the Southern Legal Resource Center.

I and other members of the Camp would proceed to stroll the grounds of the Fair stopping only to hug the babies, the men, the women, and to pose for pictures from every conceivable picture taking device, and interact with what seem to be everybody in attendance. I hoped the Principal was watching somewhere this show of love intertwined with curiosity.

Just when I thought it could get no better, a young baby boy stopped and told me that one of the wrestlers wanted to borrow my flag. I don't jest give up my flag, so I followed the young man over to the wrestler. He was a very muscular mountain of a man, and called himself the Southern Avenger, and to boot was a Black man. He wanted me to lead him into the ring for his match. I don't usually participate in vaudeville with my flag. However, here was a black man with wrestling pants on that had two big Confederate Battle flags on both legs under the caption: " the Southern Avenger". The crowd was whooping and hollering, I was having a ball. And when the Avenger won the match, he reached for my flag, stood on the ropes waving it to the delight of the crowd. The only thing for me to do after all this was to head home and dream about what a great night it was in Dixie. I wonder what the Principal did?